my mortal 🐍✨🖤

chapter 2

His feet hit the floor with a bare thud, and to his dismay, it was dark, cold and rocky. He had a strange feeling when it hit him: this was not Midgard at all. Once again, frustration took over his entire being.

"Well, that's just lovely." He muttered through gritted teeth.

He heard rough footsteps behind him and whirled around. He saw a few goblin-like cyborg creatures and couldn't help but express his disgust with his facial expressions.

"State your purpose!" The middle creature demanded. Loki managed a wide smile and slowly approached with open arms.

"Ah yes hello! Please, I mean no harm. There's obviously been a mistake." He chuckled.

The strange creatures shouted to each other and to Loki's surprise, aggressively tackled him to the ground quickly restraining him.

"Woah woah, gentlemen! Surely we can talk this out!" He continued his snarky confident remarks, hoping they'd release him.

"Your lack of  explanation alerts us that you pose a threat to our Chitauri race. For that, you will be taken in and if necessary, eliminated." The leader stated looking down on him as he struggled on the ground to free his arms.

"You ought to work on your welcoming skills, this is ridiculously rude and inappropriate behavior towards your new guest!" He commented, still wrestling with his captors.

At that moment, he was knocked out and dragged off, deeper into this unknown universe.

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Loki slowly blinked his eyes, the dim lights were still too bright for him, causing him to squint and frown. He managed to regain some consciousness and assessed his surroundings. He felt two strong hands pushing his shoulders down, keeping him down on his knees.

'Of course, I cross the bifrost expecting an entire planet to kneel before me, but instead I'm here kneeling for these inbred crocodile-frog hybrids.' He thought internally.

"Explain yourself, Asgardian. Why are you here?" said a low voice.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Loki of Asgard. Son of King Odin. God of Mi-" He was abruptly interrupted when the two guards brutally kicked his knees back into a kneeling position when he tried to stand up.

"Gentlemen, I understand your masculinity is threatened by my handsome self, but I can assure you you have the advantage of height." He said with an annoying grin. "Now, as I was saying before I was rudely cut off, I am the God of Mischief, burdened with glorious purpose!" He said with great pride.

The Chitauri before him, who he assumed to be the top dog, scoffed with a dangerous look in his eyes, causing Loki to involuntarily gulp.

"What a pretentious little "god" you are! If I were Odin, I'd be ashamed to be associated with you! And "glorious purpose", you say?! You must be joking!" He cried, his booming laughs filling the echoey corridor.

Loki was furious. His deep desire to prove himself took full control.

"I'll give you a glorious purpose, you little weakling. My entire race's survival relies on a specific artifact of vitality. I need you to find it for me and return it without a scratch." The creature said, returning to his solemn form.

Loki considered this without much thought. He was uncontrollably enraged and craving a chance to raise his reputation above his sickening family's.

"I'm listening."

"Good. Your target is called the Tesseract, shaped like an illuminating cube-"

Loki cackled. "Your race's survival rests upon a glow-in-the-dark 3-dimensional geometric toy??!" He couldn't stop. "Well if that's the case, I think it's about time you all dissolve!" (hehe see what i did there "dissolve" ok im out sorry) He continued his solo session of endless laughter.

"Last we heard, it's located somewhere in Midgard."

Loki stopped his ridiculous cackling. He couldn't have heard it right. Could he?

"Did you say Midgard?" he asked with a new sense of hope.

The Chitauri king smiled. "Are you interested now, God of Mischief?"

Loki smiled his dark smile with eyes glimmering with greed and ambition.

"Retrieve the Tesseract and return it to me immediately. Under the impression that you desire rule over all of Midgard, I will supply you with the army and all other necessities to take over the silly mortal planet, if and only if you bring me the Tesseract in perfect condition."

"Sounds like a deal to me!"

"Understand this, Loki of Asgard. Betray me, and I will destroy your home. Trick me, and I will ensure you face a slow and gruesome death."

He barely heard these terms as his mind was spinning with fantasies of power and authority.

They released him from all his restraints and he stood up with a dark aura of greed.

"I suppose I will see you soon, your highness." He said almost mockingly.

"Don't you forget, Trickster. Your entire planet is on the line, not just ours."

Loki strutted off already prepared for his voyage to his future kingdom.